There are times when I’ll have music on while writing. It can be a pleasant way to add a little life into the room, drown out whatever might be happening outside – a bit of functional white noise. Sometimes, the rhythm works its way into the poem itself and I find myself typing as fast …
Somehow, I managed to get through college without reading anything (that I remember at least) by Charles Bukowski. It wasn’t until a few years after graduation that my cousin read some of my poems and suggested I pick up one of Hank’s books. One of the remarkable things about Bukowski is the clarity of his …
It’s been a hot minute since I posted any blackout poems from the other weird poetry project I’ve been tinkering with, so why not today?
When looking for a poem to publish, but tendency is to look backwards to last year or even a couple years ago. I’m not sure if it’s because the new ones are too fresh or if age makes the other ones seems that much better. This week, I’m forcing myself to stay current instead of …
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve had my act together enough to compose a Word Wednesday post, so I dipped back into 2019 for this one and did a quick edit. Overall, I’m happy with this one at the moment. still life of a love poem, 2019 you know what i’d give for one …
I split my poem writing about 50/50 between computer and journal. As magical as it can be to scratch something onto paper with ink, there’s an aspect of typing mechanics that’s appealing as well. This is a poem that was written in my journal and I came across it last night as I went back …
Part of the reason I share a poem each week is that it forces me to kick something out of the nest and see how well it flies. For a lot of years, I’ve written almost exclusively for myself – not submitting or publishing. Not that I think there’s anything particularly wrong with that, but …
I’ve spent the last week and a half trying to sort through all the information the world is sending at me (too much) along with how it makes me feel (mad as hell). Normally, one would think that’d be some kind of boon to my writing, but I’ve actually been stuck on one piece that’s …
It occurred to me this morning that I’ve been spending a lot of my energy on editing poems rather than writing poems lately. Does all that creative energy and whatnot come from the same source? Is there a finite daily allotment? Or am I just being lazy and making excuses? Honestly, I don’t really want …
This one comes fresh off the presses (or permanent marker) from the Adjustment project I’ve been tinkering with off and on for awhile now.